Anticipation
Grant Claytor
[Verse 1]
Sometimes the anticipation
Is enough to make me feel weightless
And I'll watch every breath leave my mouth
And the look on your face when you figured it out
[Chorus]
Do you feel guilty yet?
The floors so close it's the last chance you'll get
Slow drift to the bottom
Row til you forget him
Breaking every wave (wave)
I'm still ten feet below the wake (wake)
Do you feel guilty yet? (yet)
The floors so close it's the last chance you'll get
Slow drift to thе bottom
Row til you forget him
Til you forget him
Til you forget him